I remember when I was 'bout 2 years old

in a play pen on a grassy mole countin cars was some 

new schoolbooks Mr. Oswald said were ours

Mama would take us to work and some Cuban held on our hand



Mama was a Hitman



We'd cross the country changing schools

Mama me and some guy named Raul 

I failed the fourth grade cause they said I was dumb

they found the principle floatin in a 55-gallon drum

then all the teachers put me on the strait a plan



Mama was a Hitman



I tried basketball in the 7th grade 

you could count on one hand the shots that I made

I got to practice so little and didn't play none 

until the coach found an ice pick stuck threw his cranium

the assitence coach said son I'm you biggest fan



Mama was a Hitman 



She baked seined cookies and red car bombs 

all the while disguised as a soccer mom

our little league coach was James Earl Ray

our team pictures were takin by the CIA

she could wack out a witness wile workin the concession stand



Mama was a Hitman



Our babysitter was Mr. something sir hand



Mama was a Hitman



She could build a bomb in a bowl of rasin brand

Piced us up from school and we flew to Afghanistan



Mama was a Hitman